Would it be awkward afterwards? Would we still be friends? Would he tell anyone? What seemed like minutes had passed but it was actually seconds. Extr...me close up had ended and some sexy looking girl was sitting on a park bench flashing her bald pussy at the man sat next to her. I turned to Ian and nodded. I would suck his cock. Not the most convincing yes but it was good enough for Ian who stood up and took his t-shirt off. Ian was about 5' 9" and was quite athletic in build and had short. My hands ran all over her ass as I went ahead and pulled my cock out of her pussy, stroking it as I slid it between her ass cheeks. "Did you feel good?" I asked. "Mmhm….." she said breathing hard... "good...." I replied... "Stay right there." I grabbed my cock, still wet with her pussy juice, as I slapped it against her ass hole. She knew was I was doing as she woke up. Looking at my face, I pushed my cock against her and I got my head in her ass. She jumped up but I held onto her and she. From behind she was all ass and cunt. The swollen lips of her vulva were thrust backwards, pouting invitingly, droplets of moisture easily visible. Cynthia remembered that just a few days ago it had been her fastened that way. She reached out to gently stroke and tease the offered pussy, loving how June tried, as little as the tight straps allowed it, to push her pussy against Cynthia’s hand as she moaned in frustration. Only yesterday it had been her. Today it was June who suffering from a. Parents had no alternative to making love in the sameroom as their c******n and sexual awareness andunderstanding was far greater in African culture thanit seemed to be in western countries. He had been surprised ay the naivety and innocence ofwhite teenage girls, but it was always fun to educatethem. Even white wives were often sexual innocents andhad never experienced shared love making with multiplepartners.That was one of the reasons he enjoyed white women,once trained they became absolute.